My dad kept Chickens when I was young. One night I got up, for some reason, and went outside for a minute. I could hear a raucous going on at the coup so I grabbed my .22, I think I had a Browning lever at the time, a flashlight and went to see. When I got there I saw that a slaughter had been going on. There were pieces of Chickens lying all over the place. Some of them had legs torn off, some disemboweled and others just lying there dead. I shone the light around and saw a rather large Skunk in one corner munching away on another Chicken. I filled it full of lead. That was the end of that Skunk but not the end on my dad's troubles with his Chickens.